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Malibu Lactation
Previous: Preparations to be an Offshore Paparazzo
According to the GPS coordinates, I was about 20 nautical miles northwest of LA. It had taken me a full 12 hours to get here through pitching seas that were a little too rough for my 38 foot boat, but I was finally at the right coordinates. The submarine had the crow inside and it was ready to launch. It was programmed to head towards the Santa Monica Pier, where it would find one of the internal poles of the pier and latch on sometime around midnight. After that, the crow would be instructed to crawl out and make it's first flight in L.A. I had chosen to go after a couple of celebrity beach houses in Malibu because that was the simplest place to start. Once there, the crow would take some exploratory pictures and fly back to the sub. The sub would then go back out to sea and catch the cold "California current" of the Pacific ocean that would help carry it southwest of L.A. Once the GPS signal indicated that the sub was well clear of the U.S. maritime border, I had programmed it to turn on a Beacon RFID tag. I would then use the signal from the tag to locate it and bring it back on to the boat.
It was a complicated process, and all it was supposed to get me on the first trip was some pictures and measurements of two celebrities' houses. But the operation was a success, the next day I picked up the ping from the Beacon RFID and found the sub west of San Clemente Island. I looked over the pictures, entered instructions into the crow on where to put lenses in each of the houses, and took the boat back to the drop off point. Then the sub was back in the water with instructions to repeat the process. Besides putting in lenses, I also gave the crow a transponder to drop off, so I could monitor the video signals.
And in the early morning hours of that night, before the sub even left the Santa Monica Pier, I started getting video signals from the cameras. Unfortunately, both of the celebrities were not at home, and the lenses were located poorly in the houses. It was going to be a long drawn out process to get the pictures I needed.
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After weeks of bobbing around in my little boat in the Pacific, putting lenses in celebrity houses to find that they weren't home, or that I had put them in the wrong bedroom, I finally got a ping from my laptop that there was a naked woman on video.
And this wasn't just any naked woman. This was Haley Berrefu, a woman that had been voted the "Sexiest Woman Alive" just two years ago. She was stunning that night, her beautiful mocha skin glowed in the soft bedroom light, and her dazzling smile welcomed her lover into her arms. Evidently they must have been doing their foreplay elsewhere and came to the bedroom to get it on, because by the time I started reciving video they were both naked. He was nuzzling her neck while hefting her tits in his hands.
Haley had given birth about four months earlier and the tabloids were full of stories about how she had gotten her figure back so quickly. And one thing was clear, if anything this woman had gotten even hotter when she crossed over into MILF territory. Her tits were always amazing, standing up firm and high on her thin lovely long frame, but now she had gained at least a cup size and bobbled with milk. And incredibly her stomach and ass were nearly as tight and delicious as they ever were. She was indeed the sexiest woman alive.
Her man began to milk her tits as he kept working on a spot on her neck that seemed to turn her on. Little droplets of milk started to drip out of her engorged nipples. He just kept kneading her breasts and soon there was a good little trickle of milk flowing down her huge tits and on to her brown flat stomach. Her dark brown skin contrasted the white milk perfectly, and gave me a good look, and a wonderful video.
Finally the guy stopped milking her with his fingers and happily went down on her breasts, sucking and licking each rivlet and drop of milk that he could find. Her nipples were huge, nearly as big as her thumbs, and if her breasts were not so amazing and full they would have seemed unnaturally large. And evidently they were also really sensitive, because as soon as he started sucking on them to get more milk, she through her head back and let out a loud and nearly contstant moan.
He took his time with her tits, but eventually went down between her thighs. I was suprised at what I full a full bush she had. I just assumed that someone like her would keep her pussy closely trimmed, but that just wasn't the case. He obviously didn't mind a bit and dove into her hairy muff and started lapping at her pussy like some kind of perverted dog. His style of licking pussy was downright strange, and it didn't seem to be doing much for her. She seemed to try to make the best of it by stiffening her body, rising up on her arms and pushing down on his tongue. Evidently she was trying to get the right pressure on her clit in order to get off. The only good thing that he managed to do was reach up and tweak her lovely nipples now and then. This she did clearly love and she would moan loudly every time he did it. The delicious droplets of milk would appear and dribble down her enormous breasts. I thought it was an incredibly hot scene, despite his pussy eating ineptitude.
Finally she seemed to get tired, or frustrated from not have been able to get off, so she pushed him on to his back and straddled him, taking his cock into her pussy in one smooth motion. And then all he had to do was just lay there while the hottest woman alive bobbed up and down on his cock using her thighs and pussy. She was gyrating hard from the start, obviously getting very turned on again. Her loud cries of "Oh baby", "Yeah", "God your dick feels good", "mmm", "oooo", "MMMMMM", "OOO(#!" filled the room.
It didn't take much of this for her to get into the last stages of sexual frenzy. I think somewhere in this timeframe the guy came, but it was virtually impossible to tell as she had pinned him down with her strong little thighs while she worked to get off. Her body now glistened with sweat, her huge tits heaving with each little grinding movement she made, and her stomach undulated working his cock inside her to just the right place. She started pushing down and working her pussy hard and fast in little strokes, probably to give her clit the right kind of rubbing pressure. And then without warning came the triumphant wave of orgasmic pleasure that rippled through her body. The sweet smile returned to her gorgeous face, and she lay down next to him, apparently fully satisfied.
And I was feeling somewhat satisfied myself. This video was worth a fortune.
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So of course I got greedy and kept working the sub and the birds to try to get more pictures of other celebrities, but had no real success. Then one day, I was drifiting down the California coast, trying to save fuel, because I had no where to be until late the next morning when the sub would show up southwest of San Diego.
I didn't see or hear the boat until they announced over their loudspeakers, "This is the U.S. Coast Guard, stand down, and prepare to be boarded." I was well outside of U.S. territorial waters, but as I suspected, that hardly mattered to them. They had evidently noticed that I was making a regular route and stopping in this area for hours at a time, and they must have figured out that I was up to something. They barged on to my ship and searched it from top to bottom. They even brought on a drug sniffing dog, who found nothing but a lot of very dirty old clothes. But they did find a couple of laptops, which I fortunately had shutdown and disconnected from the boat's antennas before they boarded. And there were a lot of plastic molds and spare parts for electrical devices. But none of it appeared to be useful for making any kind of weapon. I was obviously a strange puzzle to them, and they held me up for hours trying to piece it together.
It was extremely lucky that I had not yet picked up the sub, with the crow inside, because perhaps they would have figured out that I was doing some kind of covert operation and probably would have arrested me whether I was in international waters or not. I stuck with the story that I was from Panama and that the electronics were for a hobby of mine. I was just here to fish. Finding no evidence of any kind, they relunctantly let me go. But they made it clear that I would be watched, and that this would not be the last visit that they would make.
And just to emphasize their point, they confiscated my two laptops as "evidence". Fortunately, I was a regular at an Internet cafe in Tijuana, and had backed up my code to an internet storage service, and had uploaded the video of Haley up there as well. Also the laptops were encrypted, so I was confident that they would never get anything useful off of them. But of course I did lose some code changes, and some other images I would like to have kept as reference points. Most importantly without a laptop, I had no way to retrieve my sub and my crow, which must still be floating south in the Pacific somewhere.
So I was pissed and rattled and couldn't sleep for days after that. For a paranoid like me, this was more than enough reason to run away. If I ever started up again, it would have to be even more covert, without me even being within reach of them.
But I did have a great video of Haley having sex with her incredible full tits dripping milk. I negotiated for a while with different parties, because I knew this thing was smoking hot, and I also knew that I might not be working for awhile again. I finally did manage to get about $250 grand off of it. The little movie was quite the rage on the internet, and even made celebrity news programs. A house keeper and an assistant were fired during the fallout from the movie, and that was my only regret. My little porn video did absolutely nothing to hurt Haley's career, but I did feel sorry that two innocent people lost their jobs over it.
It was months after I filmed them having sex when the video hit the internet, and fortunately no one must have thought to check the walls for cameras. Instead they must of figured that the camera was hidden on a table or something. By then I was way down the coast in Panama City trying to figure out what the hell to do next.
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